"Yasmine, don't be sad. I'll go find you right now. A scumbag like Lawson isn't worthy of your love. The sooner you know it, the sooner you'll be free!"
In the face of these concerns and ridicule, I was too tired to reply.
I seemed to have lost everything overnight.
Right at this moment, Lawson returned.
He looked at the empty table and frowned.
"Why don't you cook when you're home? I've been working all day and I'm very hungry."
I glared at him.
"Why did you do this to me? Why did you steal my wedding dress for Janelle? Why did you take those disgusting photos with her?
"I've disqualified myself from the competition. My Mom..."
Lawson's face darkened and he interrupted me impatiently.
"Enough, Yasmine. Don't be so serious. It's just a wedding dress. If Janelle likes it, just give it to her. She's just a girl, and you're almost 30. Don't you think it's a shame to compete with a little girl?"
"It's not just a wedding dress!"
My mother and I worked so hard to finish it.
It carried the lifelong wishes of my mother and me.
Lawson loosened his tie, and the hickeys on his neck could be seen clearly.
"I'll buy you a new one, okay? Besides, what's the point of winning an unknown competition like that?"